Fluffy Hair Guys Novels & Stories

He blows in like a king ready to receive his subjects. At six foot three and almost zero body fat, he’s tall and lithe and tightly muscular—and beautiful. Can a man be beautiful? Fuck yeah. His thick, dark brown hair has grown out, and the top strands are swept back off his forehead, carefully styled, the sides cut shorter. The lengthier hair on top is edgy looking, totally different from how he wore it last fall in a short fauxhawk. Douchebag Extraordinaire has lighter colors interwoven, giving it depth and accentuating ice-blue eyes. Another change? He’s sporting dark scruff on his jawline, giving him a slightly dangerous look.

A voice asked. Rory furrowed his brows. What was with people today appearing once his back was turned away? Releasing a sigh, he straightened his spine and turned around. The person standing in front of him was a very handsome, tall, slender guy. Roughly around his age, perhaps a year or two older. He has shaggy, two-toned, snowy white hair with black roots. His hair was spiky, which was sticking out from various angles. One could even assume it was messy. His eyes that stared back at him were droopy, almost sleepy, behind his dark brown eyes.

The third friend says, I still do not know his name, I think I should ask. “That’s fine, I can just buy her one,” Rob says nonchalantly, causing his friend to shrug. “I did not quite catch your name,” I say to him and he blushes. Why are they all behaving like I am a superstar or something? “I’m Jeff,” He says as he runs his hand through his pink-colored hair, which he must have obviously dyed. It looks good on him, and I am a bit inspired to maybe do my own hair like that in the near future.

anything. They held bright full beautiful smiles, and their body build had been very similar to that of my own. Slim bellies, wide hips, a big ass and a beautiful face. The differences in their hair color was wide-one had bouncy red curls, the other had wavy chestnut hair, the other had almost an afro look about her hair. The sleek blackness of it was shining from the lights. The amount of hairspray they probably had to use was astounding.

His foul breath almost made me puke. He had light brown hair, and the other guys with him looked like his friends. But I think one has to be more than a friend, perhaps his brother because he had the same hair shade and strong jaws as him. The third guy was tall. He had black hair, and a scar on his face, and both his hands were in his pockets looking undisturbed. "Your boyfriends aren't with you today?" the second shorter guy asked. "What do you mean by that? What boyfriends?" I asked.

With each step, the skirt swirled around him, showcasing his confidence and individuality. His shoulder-length hair was expertly gathered and styled into a sleek, low bun at the nape of his neck. Each strand was carefully smoothed back, accentuating the natural shine and texture of his locks. A few loose tendrils framed his face delicately, adding a touch of softness to the overall look. Luke stood out effortlessly, a true embodiment of style and grace amidst the gala's elite.

“I won’t cut the hair and Dad gives me some grief about it whenever I see him.” She shrugged. His pretty gaze softened. “It’s beautiful. Anyone is foolish who wants you to cut it. I don’t know how anyone could find it annoying. I have long hair. It’s not nearly as long as yours but long hair for a man isn’t fashionable it seems, from what I’ve been told by our media consultants. I also refused to cut my hair short but I do allow them to keep it at this length. I am responsible and hope humans see me as such. I hope you leave

They're so happy that their little Blake didn't change despite having some mental issues. "Hey, you piece of lollipop! Do you have a plan of crashing our sexy bodies down!" The guy with specifically light brown hair on his left side chuckled. "yeah, I know I know! Everyone misses me cause I'm a living handsome!" He says as he pulls out from the hug. "Yeah, I agree! I'm a living god of handsome flesh!" Mino cheers while laughing at Blake's amused look on them, "don't you want to invite us!?" He asked.

), making his sea blue eyes and sandy blond hair pop out and the rolled-up sleeves of his white shirt just made him so much sexier -I drooled at the sight of his trained, veiny forearms, which were accompanied by dark blond body hair. But what killed me was his head – all about it. Once we left work, he always destroyed his neatly done hair and let his waves to its natural thing; some waves turned into curls, some strands of hair stayed the same, while it rested naturally in an attractive messy manner on his head. It gave him a softer look to his already brooding face and made the harsh manliness of his expression look younger. Michael then looked slightly like a surfer boy who didn't mind t

Matt said. “One of the guys was a pretty boy, skinny, brown eyes, and sandy brown hair. The other was creepy as shit. He was tall, but not as tall as me and Dex. He had no hair, I mean none – not on his head, clean shaven – he didn’t even have eyebrows. He had the bluest blue eyes I had ever seen,” D.J. stressed. “You said, three guys,” Williamson said nastily. Matt could tell Williamson was pissed. He couldn’t stand people who turned their backs on their friends.